ps: One chapter will be added in the early morning, three chapters will be updated tomorrow, and the noon chapter will be adjusted to 6:38 in the morning.
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After an unknown amount of time, Ye Ming raised his head, looked at the two tombstones, suddenly straightened up, and then, nodding his head one after another, kowtowed in front of the two tombstones.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back..."
Ye Ming looked at the tombstone, as if he saw the two old faces, and his heart suddenly felt like being pricked by thousands of needles, and the severe pain wanted to tear Ye Ming completely apart.
"I went back ten years ago, but I can't go back twenty years ago..." Two lines of tears fell down Ye Ming's face, "Otherwise, you don't have to die."
Gently tearing off some grass from the side, Ye Ming lit it with a lighter, placed it in front of two tombstones, and murmured: "Is it cold there? My son will give you some warmth. If you need money, just give me a dream..."
In the huge cemetery, there were some thin figures, kneeling on the ground, as if they never wanted to leave.
After all, there are two levels of heaven and earth. After the grass burned out, Ye Ming took a deep breath and stood up. A hint of ferocity flashed deep in his eyes.
"You... will not die in vain!"
The clank words, mixed with the bleak autumn wind, echoed in this cemetery.
Ye Ming turned around and left, driving to the cemetery management area of Qingjing City. Someone immediately came forward to receive him. Ye Ming said without saying anything, "I want the best two locations in Diyun Cemetery."
The receptionist was slightly startled. Diyun Cemetery is the best cemetery among the three major cemeteries in Qingjing City. The most common cemetery among them is more than 100,000 yuan. The best cemetery is at least 500,000 yuan. Buy it.
This kind of cemetery is usually owned by wealthy businessmen who are very superstitious about Feng Shui.
However, the receptionist had seen the world, and he immediately reacted and said to Ye Ming: "Sir, this is the cemetery distribution map of Emperor Yun Cemetery. You can take a look. We have seen it with a Feng Shui master..."
"No need to read, I don't need to know about Feng Shui, I just want the two best cemeteries in Emperor Yun Cemetery." Ye Ming interrupted with a wave of his hand.
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment, I will go through the formalities right now." The receptionist looked happy. They recommended a cemetery, and there was a share of it.
After a while, the receptionist said: "Sir, could you please show me the household registration certificate of the person who wants to move the tomb, so that we can handle the relevant procedures."
Ye Ming frowned, "Isn't it possible without a household registration certificate?"
Although his parents' household registration certificate is still there, Ye Ming doesn't have it with him.
The receptionist hesitated for a moment and then said after careful consideration: "It's not impossible, but it's a bit troublesome. You need to tell me the name of the person who moved the tomb, as well as your life. In addition, you need to pay an additional handling fee of five thousand yuan."
"The names of the people who moved the tomb are Cai Shuanghua and Cheng Shenhai, they are my parents, and my name is Ye Ming." Ye Ming said directly, as long as it can be done, money is no problem.
The receptionist was startled. Ye Ming knew what he was thinking and explained: "They are my adoptive parents."
"Got it." The receptionist nodded.
Ye Ming took a deep breath, and a deeply hidden scene appeared in his mind...
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On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, as the Spring Festival approaches, heavy snow covers the sky and the earth, the icy cold wind howls, and countless pedestrians walking back and forth are covered with a thick layer of clothes.
In a garbage dump next to a dilapidated high-rise building, a young boy with a cold-pale face and completely chapped mouth was squatting in it tremblingly. His bloated dark purple hands were pushing aside a layer of white snow.
Below, I took out a bag of expired bread, opened it, and chewed it hard.
He had many clothes on his body, but they were all extremely worn and could not withstand the cold wind. He wore a pair of worn-out leather shoes that did not match the soles of his feet. The leather shoes were tattered in several places, and the insides were exposed. That was because of the cold.
, and the swollen feet.
The boy was eating bread. He was not very old, but his eyes showed unexpected changes. His eyes were red, his shoulders were shaking slightly, and he was sobbing softly, trying hard not to cry.
A piece of bread was quickly eaten, and while he still felt a little hungry, he suddenly felt a sharp, convulsive pain in his abdomen.
This kind of thing didn't happen once or twice. He knew that the cause of his stomachache was the expired bread.
Suddenly, the boy stood up, looked up at the sky, and roared loudly in a childish voice: "If you don't want me, why did you give birth to me? What did you do!!!"
"Bullshit God, bullshit family ties, bullshit! It's all bullshit!!!"
Some passers-by looked at him strangely, as if looking at a madman, which made him feel as if he had been abandoned by the world.
I'm not crazy, why should I bear this kind of look? Why?!
I am also a human being. Why have I not had parents since I was a child? Why can’t I go to school? Why can’t I eat McDonald’s?
Thinking in his heart, the boy endured the pain in his abdomen and ran desperately in the ice and snow.
I don't know how long it took, but the pain became more and more intense, making his petite body bend a little when he ran, but he still didn't stop, he would rather suffocate...
Suddenly, the boy's foot moved, and his thin body fell to the middle of the road with a thud.
His eyes slowly closed, his consciousness gradually blurred, and finally he fell into darkness.
"Are you going to die?" the boy thought sadly.
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Opening his eyes hard, the boy looked around. He saw a soft bed, a warm quilt, and soft pillows. When he breathed, he could smell a nice fragrance.
The boy looked around, was he dreaming? It seemed that only in dreams could such a warm place exist.
It was dark night, and there was a crackling sound outside the window, which was the sound of firecrackers. Hearing this, the man turned pale and shrank his neck, because before, a group of children had injured him with firecrackers.
At this moment, a middle-aged woman about forty years old, plainly dressed, opened the door and walked in.
Seeing that the boy was awake, the woman looked happy and ran to the boy. She smiled gently and said, "Yunwen, are you awake?"
Hearing the woman's words, the boy's initially confused face suddenly turned cold. He slowly stretched out his hand and pulled down a black string hanging from his neck.
Because the cord was too strong, a deep red line was drawn around the boy's neck, but he seemed not to feel it. He picked up the black cord with his right hand and opened a silver-white pendant on it. Inside, there was a piece of fabric.
Good gauze.
On the gauze, there are only three words - Ye Yunwen.
When the woman saw that the boy's expression suddenly turned cold, she was startled and asked quickly: "Yunwen, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
The boy glanced at the woman, suddenly knelt on the bed and kowtowed three times, then bit the gauze with the word "Ye Yunwen" written on it into pieces and threw it into a trash can nearby.
"From now on, my name is not Ye Yunwen, my name is Ye Ming!"
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